Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 02:34:58 +0000
From: J.T. Bottom
Subject: The Zone
First, a little about me. My name is Adam. I am about 5'8", 155 lbs.,
toned, smooth and muscular. People tell me that I look a lot like a jock
version of a teenage Ricky Schroeder, which I do. I am athletic, but
preppy, have an affluent background, come from a rich, white,
well-established family in Chicago, and don't act gay at all. I was into
all sorts of sports in high school including football, soccer, and baseball.
I just graduated from high school and am 18 years old.
I had an experience recently that I want you to know about. An experience
that I think you will enjoy and I need your help with a decision I was
presented with, which I will explain.
I was walking down Lake Shore Drive in the early evening when I had to take
a leak. There are many restrooms scattered along the lake in the northern
part of Chicago and most of them can be somewhat cruisy. At that time I
had only messed around a couple of times with friends, but it was only
touching and caressing, but no more.
It was in the middle of summer and I had on a pair baggy shorts and a tee
shirt that I had draped over my shoulder. When I entered the bathroom I
noticed one other man who was already standing at the urinal taking a leak.
He was in mid 40s or so and was tall, at about 6'3" or a little more. He
wasn't handsome, and didn't strike any interest in me at all. I simply
walked up to the only other urinal and started to take a piss. I wasn't
pissing for 5 seconds when the man started to talk to me.
"What's up tonight boy? What you doing out here at the lake today?" he
asked.
I was surprised that he had began a conversation with me and really only
started to notice him for the first time. "I'm just getting out of the
house. Bored, you know?" I answered, glancing at him nervously.
I could tell he was continuing to stare at me. "So you just hangin?" he
asked.
"Yeah," I replied and looked at him again. I was now aware that he was no
longer peeing and was just holding his cock. Trying not to look like I was
staring, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had a fat cock
and was just barely shaking it a little. I couldn't believe that this guy
was actually checking me out and seeing if I would make the next move. "So,
what you up to man?" I asked.
Continuing to hold his cock, he turned towards me, tilted his head to the
side a little, and replied "Just looking to have some fun, if you know what
I mean." He then really started to wag his cock at me, which by now I was
looking at directly and could tell that it was very, very fat. I couldn't
really tell how long it was because he was wearing baggy jeans, but I knew
it was a lot bigger than mine and a hell of a lot bigger then the few
friends that I had messed around with.
All my instincts told me to get the hell out of there. Here was a guy more
than twice my age, and about twice my size, coming right out and letting me
know that he wanted to have sex with me. I didn't think he was attractive
at all and he didn't appear to be in very good shape. But still, I didn't
move and after a few seconds the man came closer and cupped my ass with his
other hand. I remember thinking that he had big hands because when he
squeezed my ass he was able to get both cheeks at the same time as I felt
his fingers dig deep into my skin.
"You gotta nice ass there boy. You must like this because you ain't gone
anywhere yet. How about we get outta here and go back to my place. It's
not very far. We be there in 5 minutes. How bout it?"
Now I had often fantasized about what my first real sexual experience with a
man would be like and I can guarantee you this wasn't it. However, there
was something about the demanding look that the man was giving me. He was
in control and he knew it. He could tell that I was a little scared, but he
could also tell I was curious and interested. It must have been the look on
my face because he simply said, "Let's go," and he zipped up his pants and
headed out of the bathroom towards the parking lot. I thought about it for
a few seconds and followed after him.
Neither one of us said anything as we walked. I stayed a little bit behind
him so it wouldn't look as if we were actually together. He quickly got to
his small, cheap car and reached over and unlocked the passenger side door.
It smelled of cigarettes, and no sooner did I notice when he reached in his
pocket and lit one up. I hated cigarettes and hated the smell especially,
but I didn't say anything. He put the car in gear and we pulled away from
the parking lot with him giving me a quick glance. When he looked at me he
had a smirk on his face as if something was amusing him.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, wondering if maybe the man was changing his
mind.
"Oh no, no, no. Nothing is wrong. You just look so fine and you don't even
know it."
"Thanks," I replied.
"No, thank you. You just relax and everything be cool." He then reached
over and grabbed my left leg and gave it a hard squeeze that actually hurt a
little. "You just do as I say and we be getting along just fine, okay?"
His cigarette never left his mouth the entire time and he had resumed
staring at the road in front of him as we headed down the road.
We arrived in less than 5 minutes to an older, dirty looking three-story
building where he parked in back in a private parking lot. We both got out
of the car and headed towards the building, but instead of going to the main
entrance in the front of the building, we headed to a stairway leading down
that I hadn't noticed until I had gotten out of the car. At the bottom of
the stairway there were two doors. He went up to one of them and quickly
opened it for me.
As I walked through the door I was very surprised to see that there was
someone already in his shabby little apartment watching TV in the living
room. "Hey Martin, what you got there with you man?" asked the man on the
couch, who I could now see was a very fat and balding black guy with just
his boxer shorts on. He looked a little younger, maybe around 40, and like
his roommate, not good looking at all. I once again was wondering what the
hell I had gotten myself into.
"Just a little friend I met at the park," Martin replied. I at least knew
this guy's name now.
"Man, you fuck with these young ones and you be getting in trouble, I
guarantee you. How old are you boy?" he asked.
"16," I lied
"Damn, you don't look a day over 14 to me, shit. You don't have no body
hair or nuttin. You just a little white boy," he responded. I had often
been mistaken for a kid much younger because I hadn't yet started to grow
much hair on my face.
"He's my little white boy," Martin responded, grabbing me around the back of
my neck with one of his large hands. "Him and me are going to be real good
friends, aren't' we boy?"
"Yeah," was all I could say.
"Turn up the TV Jake just in case we start making some noise. I don't want
the neighbors to hear us if we get a little wild in there." And with that
he rather forcefully guided me into one of the two bedrooms in the small
apartment and shut the door.
"Get outta those fucking clothes and get on the bed. I'm going to smoke me
some weed to get in the mood." He then fished around in one of his dresser
drawers until he pulled out a joint and quickly lit it up and began taking
hits off it while watching me slowly and nervously take off my clothes.
I was only wearing a jock strap so when I had taken off my shorts I was
surprised when he told me to keep the jock strap on. "Your ass look good in
it," he said. He also had me keep on my tennis shoes and socks.
"Okay baby, let's get this game started," he said as he began to take off
his shirt. When he had taken his shirt off I could see that he had some
chest hair, but not a lot and that most of it was black with some gray hairs
mixed in. His body was not in shape and his stomach had a little gut on it
that hung down a little. He then started to remove his pants and I noticed
he was not wearing any underwear. After he had bent over to pull the pants
off his legs he stood back up and I could see what I was going to be dealing
with.
His cock was indeed thick as I had seen earlier, but I also could now see
that it was long as well. It was still soft and looked to be about 8" long
and about as thick as my wrist. He was wagging it some more at me with the
smirk now returning to his face. "You like what you see boy?" he asked.
"Now I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bed and face me."
I had been sitting on the edge of the bed facing him and I quickly got up
and proceeded to get on all fours facing the edge of the bed. Martin didn't
move until I was turned around facing him and then he started to walk to
wards the bed swinging his cock in my direction. "You need to suck this
baby and get it nice and hard, okay?" He then reached with his other hand
and grabbed my hair on the top of my head and pulled my head back until it
hurt. "You do as your told and you be fine, you got that baby?"
"Yes", I replied as he began to slap my face with his cock. I was surprised
at the weight of his cock as it hit my face. It actually felt heavy as it
slammed into my face, first one side and then the other. I hadn't opened my
mouth yet and I could smell the musky odor of his cock. It wasn't a bad
smell, but I could tell that he hadn't taken a shower that day. His cock
also looked a little greasy, as if he had put some oil on it.
"Now when we get started I'm not going to stop until I pop a nut, so you
just hang in there, ok baby?" He then started to push the head of his cock
on my lips. "Now open up that mouth boy and get daddy hard."
I did as I was told and immediately the slimy cock was pushed into my mouth
and all the way to the back of my throat. I wasn't prepared for such an
assault right away and I started to choke immediately. He didn't pull back
right away though and kept it as deep in my throat as it would go for about
5 seconds, until I started to get tears in my eyes. He then pulled his cock
back out of my throat and slapped me some more over my face as I took deep
breaths trying to get air. His cock was a lot slicker now with my spit
sticking to the sides. "Okay baby, one more time but this time relax that
throat so I can fuck your face good." With that said he pressed against my
lips again and I opened up to receive his now growing cock down my throat.
He once again didn't pussyfoot around and shoved it as deep as it would go,
but at least this time I was a little more prepared for the invasion and
tried to open my mouth and throat as wide as possible. Since his cock had
gotten harder and a little thicker more of it went down my throat until once
again I was choking and the tears were starting to stream from my eyes. He
held it deep in my throat but this time for a little longer before he
started to pull out. He didn't pull out all the way though this time and
when the head of his cock was resting on my tongue he forcefully jammed it
again back down my throat until he was choking me again. I started to
wretch but since I did not have anything to eat in some time there was
nothing to come out. He seemed to enjoy the torture he was doing on my
throat because he continued to pull out for a little bit and then slam it in
harder each time, trying to get more and more of the cock down my throat.
I was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but at the same time my throat was
slowly giving in to his piston cock driving into me. I slowly started to
notice that his cock was now able to completely go down my throat and his
pubes were hitting my nose with each thrust. I didn't realize it at the
time, but my body had overcome the urge to gag and I was actually able take
a cock that most guys wouldn't even be able to take half of.
His cock was now almost completely hard now and my jaw was stretched to the
max. His dick thankfully didn't get much longer and was only about 10".
"Oh yeah baby, you learn real quick. Now just relax and let me fuck your
face real good."
I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with a controlling grin on
his face. I still had tears in my eyes and I imagine I was red in the face.
It was at the time, looking up at him, realizing that I had given someone
else control over my body, that I knew that I had opened a new door that
would never now be closed. It was the first time that someone was really in
control of me in my entire life. I had strict parents, but they still let
me do pretty much what I wanted. I had been given many of the luxuries in
life without having to work for them. And now here I was mostly naked on a
bed getting fucked down my throat by a big black man in his 40s who was
going to use me in any way he wanted, and I loved it. I wanted him to use
me and use my body any way he wanted.
I started to now suck his cock as best as I could. He wasn't giving me much
opportunity, but when his cock was down my throat I tried to apply as much
pressure as I could to his cock to make sure he enjoyed this boy's throat.
He seemed to notice the difference. "There you go boy, keep that up. Watch
those teeth now."
Keeping one hand holding my hair he reached back with his other hand and
suddenly smacked one of my ass cheeks very hard. It startled me because I
wasn't expecting it and I lost some control over my throat muscles and
started to choke again. I had just gotten my breath back when he reached
back and swatted my ass again in the same exact spot. It didn't hurt the
first time because I hadn't expected it, but the second time it stung like a
bitch. Because his cock was still pistoning my throat I could do nothing
but moan and try to move my ass downward towards the bed, but he would have
none of that.
"Don't you fucking pull away from me boy!" he shouted as he pulled his cock
all the way out of my mouth and slapped me hard across the face. The smack
made my head swing sideways only to be brought back by another slap on the
other side of my face. "Don't you ever fucking try and get away from me
boy. You got that!" he asked angrily as he grabbed my chin and pulled my
face up to meet his now angered expression.
"Okay, I'm sorry", I sobbed.
"I'm sorry what?"
"I'm sorry sir" I replied after a moment realizing what he wanted to hear.
I was now terrified at his sudden outburst and my body tensed up.
"That's better. Now get off that bed and get your knees on the floor and
lean over the bed so I can whoop that ass." I didn't move immediately and
he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed roughly. When I was on
the floor he slammed my upper body face down back on the bed so that my
knees were on the floor and I was positioned over the bed with my ass in the
air. He then proceeded to sit on my back so that he was facing the side of
the bed and his legs were on either side of my now upturned ass. It took a
while to get my breath as he weighed quite a bit, but I slowly gathered my
breath realizing that he now had me pinned underneath him with total access
to my ass.
A minute earlier I had been thinking how I wanted to let this man do
anything to me, but now I wasn't so sure. He didn't waste any time in his
new position of authority before he once again swung down with his open palm
and slapped my ass.
"You need to be good boy. You need to be taught a lesson and do what daddy
tell you to do." He then began to slap my ass, one cheek, and then the
next, as hard as he could. As soon as one slap would come down my body
would go ridged with the pain, but since he was practically sitting on me I
could do nothing but moan and put my head in the blanket. "Yeah baby. Goin
to get that ass nice and red to get fucked. You get used to this spanking
baby and be a good boy."
He continued to spank me until it was just a blur of pain and emotions that
were surging through my body. My ass felt like it was on fire and with each
slap it felt as if a blowtorch was being applied directly to my ass.
However at the same time my body, having finally given up trying to get
away, was becoming like a rag doll. After a few minutes I just laid there
and whimpered like a little puppy.
He must have had enough because all of a sudden I felt his crushing weight
get off my back and felt his arms lift my now limp body all the way onto the
bed so I was laying flat on the bed, face down.
"Now you be ready to get fucked good. Your ass nice and warmed up for my
meat. You ready for some cock up that sweet ass of yours baby?" I didn't
replay right away as I was still recouping from the beating he had just gave
my ass. He must not have liked me not answering because he reached up and
once again pulled on my hair until my head was pulled off the bed. "I asked
you boy, are you ready to get fucked!" he yelled.
"Yes sir!" I cried, not really being sure if I agreed to being fucked or
not. It was all happening way too fast and there was no way to get out of
it. I guess I could have tried to make a run for it but for as much fear
was now in my system, there was a deeper desire to carry this thing out and
continue to let this big black fucker use me until he's finished with me. I
wanted to get used and I wanted him to abuse me, even though I knew it was
gong to hurt.
I could feel him getting on the bed behind me and then pushing my legs
together with his hands. "You keep those legs together and make that pussy
nice and tight. You got that boy?"
"Yes sir." I replied, feeling the length of his body start to come down on
my backside. When he was laying completely on top of me I noticed that he
had begun to sweat and his body was sliding over my back. I could even feel
drops of sweat falling off his head onto the back of my neck.
"Yeah, you one pretty white boy, you are. You ever had that pretty ass
fucked baby?" he asked.
"No. Will it hurt?" I asked in return.
"Yeah, it's gonna hurt all right, but you'll get used to it. You just hang
in there and we be fine."
I felt him moving some more and looking back I could see him pull a tube of
something out of his dresser drawer next to the bed. It looked like
toothpaste at first, but then when I saw it closer it turned out to be KY
Jelly. Later, when I had been more experienced at fucking, I realized how
lucky I was that the guy had lube, otherwise my ass would have been torn
apart that day.
I saw him take off the lid and then felt him squeeze some of the jelly
directly onto my ass crack. I think he also squeezed some onto his cock,
but I wasn't sure. He then threw the tube onto the side of the bed and
reached down with one of his hands and started to work the jelly into my
crack. It didn't take him long before he was rubbing my asshole with his
fingers. He didn't put any fingers in, which was what I was expecting, but
only rubbed the lube around making sure it was applied the entire length of
my crack.
"Bring your hand back here and stroke my cock," he asked. "I want you to
get it lubed up good." I reached blindly around to my backside until I felt
his stomach and then felt down until I found his pubes. I then felt his
cock and wrapped my hand around it at the base. It felt a lot larger than
it did when it was in my mouth and my hand could barely get around it, and
at the base my fingers wouldn't touch at all. He had applied some jelly
onto his cock because as I started to stroke his cock I felt the slimy stuff
on my fingers. I made sure to coat his cock really good.
"Now, point the head of my cock at that hole baby."
I started to move his cock around and felt his huge cock pressing against
different parts of my ass until finally I had it positioned with the head
pressing against my hole.
"Now get your hands up above your head and keep them there."
I did as I was told and put my hands and arms above my head. I looked as if
I was ready to get a massage.
"Now open your mouth again."
I opened my mouth and suddenly he was cramming something in my mouth. At
first I wasn't sure what it was until I realized that it was a sock. It
smelled horrible and was a little wet with sweat. I hadn't seen where he
got the sock but he obviously was ready with it and knew what he was going
to do with it. He shoved the sock in roughly with his fingers until my
mouth was completely full and some of the sock was still hanging out of my
mouth. I could still breath through my nose, thank god, but other than that
I couldn't make a sound other than something muffled.
"Now baby, this is going to hurt real bad, but you just keep cool. You'll
want to push me off but I won't let you. You ain't going no where till I
bust my nut. And just to let you know, I'm one crazy motherfucker and I
love to hurt little white boys like you. It gets me off the more I know I'm
hurting that ass. You keep that in mind you little piece of shit."
Now I had read some dirty magazines that talked about guys getting fucked in
the ass and they all had that same bull shit about it hurting a little at
first, but then it was all bliss and shit. Well, let me tell you that ain't
the way it is at all if you got one mean fucker who just wants to punish
your ass. It especially isn't true if you've never been fucked in the ass
before and you got a 10" super thick black cock poised at the tip of your
ass.
He started to push but instead of my ass just opening up it just pushed in
like it was finger pushing against a baloon. He backed off and started to
push again with the same result. The third time however was different. He
started to push but didn't back off, even after my body started to press
into the mattress. I was clenching my ass together so tight, yet I knew I
couldn't keep it up any longer and for just a second I relaxed my ass
muscles. It was just a second, but that was all his cock needed and the
next thing I knew I felt my ass ripped open and something huge, something
horrible, come shoving into my guts. I immediately screamed but since I had
the sock in my mouth nothing came out but a barely audible mumble. The pain
was horrible, much worse than I had ever experienced in my entire life. I
felt as if I had a pole shoved up my ass and was literally being ripped
open. My body tensed up and tried to get away from the intrusion but
because he had me pinned so fast to the bed there was no where for me to go.
I used me my hands to try and push myself up, but that only made things
worse because he immediately put his arms underneath mine and brought his
hands together and clamped them behind my neck, essentially taking away any
chance for me to move at all.
He continued to push his cock into my ass and I continued to scream, but
there was nothing I could do. I started to black out from the pain and
everything else that was gong on, but it wasn't going to be that easy for
me. My body was screaming for release from this unbelievable pain, but it
just continued and continued with no stop. Finally with a hard grunt and a
push I could feel his cock hit bottom into my ass with no more room to go.
I was now crying hysterically but it didn't have any affect on the man using
my body. He just kept his cock buried in my ass and continued to use his
strength to keep me pinned flat to the bed. It must have been about a
minute before he started to pull out again. It felt like his was sucking my
guts right out with his cock and again I screamed in agony. He pulled all
the way out and I felt my ass close again as his cock popped out of my ass.
"Fucking hurt didn't it boy? Now I'm gonna give you a choice that I don't
give many other of my bitches. You can either suck me off since this might
be a little too much for you, or you can learn how to be my bitch and take
this cock up the ass until I shoot my nut inside you. Now when I pull that
sock out you tell me what you want. You got that?"
He then reached in front of me with one of his hands and pulled the sock out
of my mouth. The first thing I did was take some deep breaths as my body
was shaking uncontrollably. Then I laid there panting and thinking as hard
as I could. My ass was still screaming as the pain had not subsided a bit.
After about 30 seconds he asked me again. "What's it gong to be boy? Blow
job, or you be a real man and take this cock?"
I don't know why, but all of a sudden I was thinking about all of the crazy,
exciting things that I had done during my life. I had taken trips around
the world, taken a flight in a balloon, skied in the Alps, you name it, I
had done it. Yet none of those things compared to what I was dong right at
this instant. None of them had me in such a position where I could really
test what I was made of. I thought of all the tough men I was brought up
around and all of the macho things they had done to show their manhood. But
I guarantee you that none of them had been put through what I had just done.
None of them had just given in completely to another man who had used
their ass without regard to the pain that it would cause. I had gotten this
far by taking chances and now I was being asked whether I had had enough, or
was I man enough to take it to the next step.
I honestly didn't know if I could do it or not, but without anymore thought
I turned my head around and looked him square in the face. "Please sir,
please make me your bitch." I then laid my head face down into the mattress
knowing that there was no turning back now.
"That's my boy" was all he said and the next thing I knew he had his cock
crammed up in my ass up to his pubes. I screamed again, but this time into
the blanket. He pulled out quickly, but not all the way and once again
buried his cock as deep as it would go into my ass. The pain was just as
intense as before, but at least it wasn't a complete surprise and I was able
to clench my fists into the blankets and keep yelling into the blanket.
He no longer held his cock in me but continued to push it in until he
bottomed out in my ass and them immediately pulled out again almost until
the head of his cock popped out, then he would push in and do it all over
again. With each thrust I felt as if my insides were being brutally tossed
around and pushed to the side to make way for his punishing cock. I would
scream into the blanket at each downward thrust until eventually, unable to
catch my breath, I simply turned my head on its side and whimpered like a
baby.
After a couple of minutes of the pounding my ass was taking my body slowly
started to give up its uncontrollable fight to get away and simply lay there
and took the punishment. Except for the punishment-taking place in my ass,
the rest of my body lay there motionless, unable to move due to complete
exhaustion. At about the same time I began to notice that the pain at the
entrance of my asshole was beginning to relax a bit into a throbbing
soreness. It still hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't the stabbing,
lightning like pain as when he first pierced my hole. As with the rest of
my body, my ass evidently gave up the fight and decided just to give in to
the black pole gaining entrance to my ass.
Having obviously fucked a few virgins in his time he realized that I was now
all his to use as he wished. My body was just a toy for him to play with.
He knew he would get no resistance from me and I planned on not even trying.
In my mind I had begun thinking about why I was letting this man do these
things to me. It wasn't merely sexual anymore. I had masturbated many
times before and this was nothing like that. My cock was not even hard and
I was not interested in trying to cum. So why was I letting this man do
this to me? He obviously had his cock hard and was fucking me good with it.
It was sex to him, so why wasn't this really sexual for me? And then I
realized why I was letting him do this to me.
Most people can get anything in life if they try and work hard for it. They
can make money, get power, get married, have kids, you name it, most people
can do it. And although most people would not want to admit it, they
usually do these things because it satisfies their own selfish needs in some
way. What most people can not do however is give themselves completely to
someone else. Give themselves up completely, willingly, and knowingly. I
realized at that moment that I wanted to get used in anyway this man wanted
to use me. If he wanted to tie me up and use me for days I would let him.
If he wanted to drag me around the house naked by the hair I would let him.
If he wanted to piss on my face and down my throat I would let him. I would
let these things happen because it was what he wanted, not what I wanted.
No one can make someone use them. No amount of money or power can truly buy
what I was getting at this moment. Sure, someone could hire a hustler, or
someone like that to do these things, but it would not be real. It would
merely be an act. An act made up by the one wanting to be used. If I had
told this guy that I wanted him to take me back to his place and do these
things it would not be the same. In that situation I probably wouldn't even
let the guy go through with it because I would know that it wasn't his needs
being met, but only my own. No, what I was doing now was giving myself up
completely to someone else's wants and needs. I had no say in the matter.
There was no script, no scene to be played out. He controlled me and I was
his to be controlled. It was that simple and I loved it.
He continued to slam his body and his cock into mine with a fury. He was
putting so much weight on my body that I was practically bouncing on the bed
every time he thrust into me. Having now realized that my role was to get
used I laid there grunting like a pig with drool seeping out of my mouth.
He suddenly pulled out of my ass and just as quickly grabbed my hair. "Get
the fuck up boy. Come over here in front of the mirror so you can see that
ass of yours get fucked." He then dragged me off the bed by the hair and
brought me to the door to the bedroom where there was one of those dressing
mirrors nailed to the door. It ran almost the entire length of the door and
as we got closer I could see how exhausted I looked. My face was red with
the tears still drying on my cheeks. My hair was a mess due to his constant
yanking. My cock was not hard at all and his was as big as I had yet seen
it. It had apparently gotten even bigger after penetrating my ass.
"Now get on your hands and knees again and face your ass to the door" he
demanded, while pulling my head down. I quickly got on all fours and turned
myself around so that I was facing away from the door. He remained behind
me so that all I could now see was the rest of the room.
"Get down on your elbows and look between your legs. I want you to see
something."
I did as I was told and was presented with a shot in the mirror of my own
ass, now as red as a cherry. Martin was still standing and straddling my
hips facing away from the door also. He reached down and with two fingers
he quickly shoved them into my ass. After his cock I could barely feel his
fingers, but I did notice the condition of my asshole. It looked swollen
and a little purple. It was no longer this white, tight, little hole that
showed no hint of an opening. It was now swollen and was taking his two
huge fingers easily.
"Now watch this baby."
He then bent down at his knees, still remaining standing, and proceeded to
point and then insert his massive cock into my ass. I was amazed at the
size and color of his cock as it easily slid into my ass and went all the
way to the base of his cock. It was still hurting, but not nearly as much
as it had before, It was now more of a burning sensation that was at least
now bearable. He proceeded to pump my ass a couple of times and then
pulled out completely. When his cock came out I was amazed to see that my
ass did not close completely. It was staying open by at least an inch and I
could even see the redness of my insides. I instinctively flexed my muscles
and the hole closed, but still not as complete as I would have suspected.
As soon as it was closed he slammed it in again and started to pound my ass.
This time though, instead of keeping his cock in my ass he pulled
completely out each time before slamming the entire length of his cock back
in. This nearly took my breath away as the pressure it applied to my
insides was almost unbearable. It was easier when he kept it in my hole,
but now he was pulled it out and putting it in almost effortlessly. My
hole, no longer even close to being closed, remained open for each new
penetration. I could even see it quiver in anticipation of each thrust as
he would sometimes press a little first before slamming the cock to the
hilt. Somehow, without any conscious control on my part, my asshole was
learning how to take his cock. It was almost hypnotizing watching the huge
black piece of meat disappear into my ass over and over again. Each time
his cock would hit bottom I would grunt uncontrollably.
This went on for a couple of minutes before Martin, appearing bored, pulled
me up once again by the hair and told me to go lie down on the bed and wait
there. I wearily walked to the bed and collapsed onto my back while Martin
opened the door and left. As I laid there I reached down between my legs
with my right hand and felt my asshole. It was sore, but not too bad and I
was able to put in first my middle finger and then two fingers and feel
around inside me. I pulled back my hand and was relieved that there was
nothing on my fingers but the slimy lube of the KY. I had thought for sure
that I must be bleeding, but I wasn't. I also smelled my fingers and did
not smell anything other than sweat and lube. I realized that it was a good
idea that I hadn't had anything to eat for several hours and I luckily was
clean down there.
The door suddenly opened, but instead of Martin standing there, it was his
fat roommate Jake. He was still wearing just the boxer shorts and had a
beer in his hand. "Martin said I could have a ride with you. He had to go
out for a little bit and will be back later." He then simply pulled off his
boxers and starting walking towards the bed. Even though he had a huge
belly on him, it did not conceal the monster cock that hung below it. It
was at least as long as Martin's cock, but grotesquely thick. Later I would
realize that it was about as thick as a beer can because ever time I see a
beer can to this day I think of that cock.
I started to sit up but fat Jake pushed me back with his hand on my chest
and quickly laid down on top of me. His weight pushed me back into the
mattress and once again I was needing to readjust to a big black man on top
of me. But instead of seeing only sheets, I was looking directly into the
face of an unshaved and ugly man more than twice my age.
"Martin said you been real good. You did as you told. He said he got that
ass ready for my dick"
He then grabbed my head between his hands, one on each side, and leaned
forward and pressed his mouth over mine. Before I could respond I felt his
tongue shoot out and slide deeply into my own and started to explore the
insides of my mouth. I was not prepared for the intrusion and tried to turn
my head away, but he had a firm grasp of my head and held it in place and he
continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. I could smell and taste the
mixture of beer and cigarettes. It was disgusting.
I was starting to get nauseous and I continued to try and pull away from his
mouth. He must have finally had enough because he pulled his head away and
before I knew what was happening I once again had a palm come crashing
across the side of my face.
"Now, you stop fighting me right now, you got that boy?" he asked angrily.
His slap had not hurt as much as when his roommate had slapped me, but it
did get my attention and I realized that I couldn't get out of doing what he
wanted.
"You going to be a good boy?"
"Yes" I replied.
"OK, we be getting along good now, won't we?
"Yes sir" I replied.
With that he once again came down and pressed his lips to my own. After he
slapped me, my attitude changed very quickly. Once again I realized that I
was dealing with someone who was in control and I was the one who wasn't. I
opened my mouth to meet his and his tongue quickly slipped in. Even though
he still smelled of stale beer and cigarettes I started to move my tongue
against his and reciprocate. That was all he needed and he shifted into
high gear with his tongue and mouth now completely invading my face and
mouth. He no longer kept his tongue to the insides of my mouth, but also
ran it over my lips, chin, and nose. My lower face was quickly slick with
his saliva.
Just as when I was being fucked I slowly started to relax and take the now
oral assault. Instead of pulling away, I opened my mouth as large as
possible so he could put as much of his tongue in my mouth as he wanted. I
also started to push my tongue into his mouth where it mixed with his own
tongue and slithered around the insides of his mouth tasting his nasty
insides. Because he had been drinking he didn't hold anything back with his
mouth pressed against mine. I could feel his saliva start to fill my mouth
quickly and then drop out of the corners of my mouth as it couldn't take
anymore. I had never kissed anyone like this before. All of my kissing
prior to this were practically dry, even when the tongues were involved, and
now here I was with this guys spit all over my face and I was loving it. He
would briefly pull away to take a look at my face and each time there would
be ropes of saliva hanging off his lips. He would then come down again and
my mouth would once again open up for his pleasure.
I also noticed when he pulled away from me that from our position on the bed
I could look out of the corner of my eye and see the mirror on the door. I
was able to see this huge black man on top of me. Seeing myself in this
position only heightened my desire to give into this man even more. I
reached up with both of my arms and grabbed as much of the man's upper body
as I could until my hands were rubbing up and down his upper back. He was
already sweating and my hands slid easily over his skin. I also started to
taste some of the spit that he was dripping into my mouth. It tasted nasty
but because of this I loved it even more. I began to aggressively lick and
swallow as much of his saliva as I could. I was running my tongue over his
face and mouth, quickly grabbing any ropes of spit in the process. He would
stick his tongue out and I would suck on it like a lollypop.
He was obviously aware that I was no longer going to fight him so he took
his hands off from the sides of my head and started to slide them down my
sides until he was resting on his elbows. This took some of the weight off
my chest and I was able to reach up with my hands and start to rub them over
the front of his chest and down his stomach. He was now sweating profusely
and drops of it started to fall and land on my body.
He again lifted more weight off my body with his arms. "Open up those legs
and let me get between them boy," he demanded.
My legs up to this point had been closed and pressed together with his legs
pressing on top of them. I was now able to move them and started to pull
them apart so that the his waist would now fit in between them. As they got
free he reached down first with one arm and grabbed my leg and brought it up
to his shoulder. He then grabbed the other leg and also brought it up to
his other shoulder until my knees were pressing against the sides of my body
against the mattress. Because I had toyed around with being a gymnast for
several years when I was younger I was quite limber and I was able to
stretch my legs back to this position without much difficulty. I also
became aware that my ass was now literally pointed upward toward the ceiling
and in a position that gave him total access to my hole.
He pushed off the bed a bit until his hands were now pressing at the back of
my knees and pinning me to the bed. Although he didn't ask me to I wrapped
my own arms around my knees and held them back so that he could release my
legs. He quickly sat up to view the now very willing boy who was getting
ready to give up his ass once again to a massive black cock.
"Oh yeah boy, you lean real quick. You know what this daddy wants, don't
you?" he asked.
"You want to fuck me like your roommate did, don't you?" I responded.
"Yep. I want to pop that hole real bad baby. You gonna give it up to me
boy?"
"Yes sir", I replied. At the same time I looked once again towards the
mirror and saw myself. I realized what was going to happen in the next
couple of moments and I pulled on my knees even harder so that my ass shot
even higher in the air. I wanted to give up my ass to this black fucker in
any way he wanted to take it. I knew it was going to hurt, but that didn't
matter anymore. All that mattered was that I was only here for his pleasure
and it was my job to give him whatever he wanted. I continued to look at
myself for a few seconds longer before looking at my user directly in the
eye.
"Just fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard and use that hole all you want. Please,
just fuck me baby." I begged.
That was enough for him and he quickly closed the distance between himself
and my eager hole. He reached over and found the lube and squeezed some of
it on his cock and stroked it over its thick sides. Using the same hand he
applied some more of the lube to my ass as it was starting to dry up and get
a little sticky. He prodded my hole with middle finger for a few seconds
before pushing it in. He started to finger fuck me at a quick rhythm. If I
had not already been fucked the thickness of his finger sure would have
hurt. However my ass was already used to being popped and it opened
accordingly allowing him to insert another finger next to the first and
stretch my ass even further.
"Yeah, your ass is already nice and warmed up," he stated as he started to
insert a third finger up my ass. The third finger started to hurt a bit,
but my ass having learned it's lesson did not put up much of a fight and it
was only a few moments before he was easily sliding all three fingers in and
out of my used hole. "Okay baby, here we go." Because I had pulled my knees
practically behind my head my ass was already high enough for him so that he
only had to grab his cock and point the head until it pressed against my now
quivering hole. "You be one hot bitch baby, so I'm gonna fuck you good."
He started to move his hips forward and his cock started to press against my
hole. Because of its thickness my ass did not open up immediately as I had
expected it to. He continued to apply pressure until finally it felt as if
instead of my ass opening to his huge cock, it would instead just push me
farther back on the bed. Having obviously fucked a few tight asses in his
time he knew what to do and instead of merely moving his hips forward he now
leaned forward until his body was above my own and instead of pushing back
on my hole it now pushed my ass down into the mattress with no where to go.
It was only a few seconds of pushing before my ass once again started to be
torn apart by a huge black monster cock wanting to gain entrance. Almost as
if in slow motion I felt the edges of my asshole (until today I never even
was aware that the rim of my ass was so sensitive) open up and the head of
his huge cock start to crawl up my ass. Unlike his roommate, his cock did
not pop up my ass, but instead slowly stretched my hole inch by inch as the
head of his cock went deeper and deeper into my ass. I started to
involuntarily moan at the pain that was once again starting to work its way
into my brain. It felt as if someone was shoving a baseball bat up my ass
and it wasn't stopping. I was now moaning louder and louder. Finally I
felt the rim on the head of his cock pass through my hole and my ass muscles
immediately clamped around it. A grunt escaped my mouth.
"There you go baby. You got it now," he said as he put more of his body on
top of mine and was once again pinning me with his weight. "Just open that
ass baby. Come one now, you can do it." He then started to let his body
relax on top of mine, which also caused his cock to start to push deeper
into my ass. Having already been stretched to its limits, my ass now was
once again having to rearrange its insides in order to accommodate the
massive thick cock sliding into my guts. My moaning now become almost
guttural as I began to feel like I was just some animal and not even human
anymore. I was just a piece of meat to be used by this man. Instead of
fighting the intrusion into my ass I pulled even harder on the back of my
knees, trying to drive my ass further onto his pole. I wanted to get his
cock as deep in me as possible, no matter how much it hurt. That was my job
now and I wanted to do it right. I pushed back with my ass also and two
more inches shoved into me. I had now lost all control over my mind and
body and began to moan uncontrollably. He was now near enough for me to
once again taste his mouth and I reached up with my head and neck and
slobbery shoved my mouth and tongue into his own. He seemed to like this as
he immediately drove his tongue into my mouth and began to fuck my mouth
with his own.
With a little shifting of his legs and his weight I finally felt the base of
his cock and balls hitting against my ass. With this feeling came a sense
of accomplishment as I knew that I was now able to take any cock up my ass.
I ground my ass against his cock and tried to get it in as deep as it could
go, but there was no more. Having now rested his body against mine my legs
were once again resting on his shoulders and I was able to release my legs
as I knew they would now stay pinned behind me. With my right hand I
reached down the side of my body, then my ass cheeks, and then my fingers
brushed against his balls. I grabbed them for a moment, becoming aware for
the first time that they were much larger than my own, and then quickly
reached farther up to the base of his cock until my fingers were wrapped
around his cock. They couldn't reach all the way around as his cock was too
thick, but that didn't matter. What I wanted to feel was the actual piece
of black meat that was now buried at least 10" up my ass. He started to
pull his cock out a bit which sent shivers throughout my body. It also
allowed me to grab his cock with all fingers and feel in amazement at the
thickness of the pole that was now resting tightly up my hole. I couldn't
believe I was taking such a huge cock. It seemed impossible that my virgin
hole was now opening up to a cock that was as thick as a beer can. I
stroked the cock as he continued to withdraw it from my ass until he had
pulled it almost entirely out except for the head. He then without
hesitation started to press its monster thickness back into my hole as I
moaned and kissed him even deeper.
I kept my grip on his cock and he quickly was once again buried to the base.
I let go of his cock and reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck.
My ass was now his for the taking and my only job now was to hang on for the
ride. He quickly pulled out again and then plunged forward with his weight.
This was repeated over and over until my body just became a blur of pain,
pressure, sweat, and pounding cock. I have since called this frame of mind
"The Zone." It is when my body, mind, and soul have been completely given up
to someone to use as they wish. It is when pain, pleasure, and all emotions
are set aside completely until the only part of me remaining is barely even
human anymore. I am merely a piece of flesh to be used in any way the
person wants. It is my job and my desire to give the fucker using me every
pleasure they desire no matter how nasty it may be to someone else. No one
else's opinion matters at this point. My body and my ass were now his for
the taking and I knew then that I would seek to be in this "Zone" at every
chance I got.
He was now pistoning my ass at a surprising rate considering how out of
shape he appeared to be. He no longer was kissing me but was holding his
face mere inches from my own and staring directly into my eyes. There was a
lust in his face that I had never seen before. It was almost a mean
expression as he must have known the pain he was inflicting on my ass.
There were no look of tenderness or love. He knew his cock was big and he
knew it was splitting me apart. And he loved it. He would slow down his
pace at times and tease me with his cock until suddenly and without warming
he would slam it as fast as he could deep into my bowels. Each time he did
this my head would shoot backwards and a loud moan would escape my lips as
the pain would be enormous.
"You want me to cum up your ass baby?" he asked at one point.
"If you want to," I replied. "You can come anywhere you want."
Looking at me for a second he reconsidered and asked, "Maybe you want me to
cum in that white mouth of yours. You want to eat this load baby?"
I had never had someone cum in my mouth before and the thought of it turned
me off, but I knew I would let him if he wanted to. "Yeah, I want to taste
your cum. Cum in my mouth if you want."
"Okay then, in your mouth it is," he replied as he began to pick up his pace
and fuck me even harder. I was now being slammed into the mattress several
inches every time he pushed down into my ass with all his weight. It was
hard to breath sometimes but I took in air when I could as I got used to the
rhythm of his pounding. He now had his eyes closed and appeared to be
concentrating and clenching his teeth as he fucked me harder and harder than
before. I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he came and I
did all I could to fuck back with my ass to make sure he was getting the
best fuck possible.
"Ah fuck!" he yelled and before I knew what was happening he had ripped his
cock out of my ass causing me to almost scream. He clamped his right hand
around his cock and squeezed it hard and quickly climbed up the bed until he
was straddling my chest with his huge legs. He still had his cock squeezed
in his hand and I could tell he was doing all he could to hold back the
coming eruption. "Fucking eat it boy!" he yelled and let loose of his cock
that was now pointed directly at my face about six inches away. I opened my
mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to accept whatever was coming.
Once again, as if in slow motion, I saw his balls pull up tight against the
underside of his cock and the next thing I saw was a stream of thick white
goo shoot out the tip of his cock. It didn't land in my mouth at all but
instead landed on my right cheek where it immediately started to drip down
my face. The second shot was more accurate and I felt it hit my tongue and
then enter my mouth. I instinctively closed my mouth at which time he let
loose with a third huge stream of cum which hit my nose and lips. I opened
my mouth again and when I did he thrust forward with his cock and pressed
the head against my open mouth and let forth with 3 to 4 more shots of cum
directly into my mouth. I hadn't yet done anything with the cum already in
my mouth and the next thing I knew I had a mouth full of cum. I did not
swallow any of it because the thought of cum going down my throat was really
gross.
The man with the cock in my mouth was now breathing quite heavily and
milking any remaining goo into my open mouth with his hand. He finally
pulled his cock away from my mouth and started to slap my cum covered face
with it. I had since closed my mouth again and was getting ready to spit
out the cum. He must have sensed that I had not swallowed any of his load
as he asked, "Open your mouth boy." I opened my mouth and although I
couldn't see what he was looking at, I have no doubt that he could see the
load of his white goo still floating on the insides of my mouth. "Now don't
you go and spit any of that out, you hear me?" He then took one of his
fingers and began to scoop the considerable load of cum that had landed on
my face and drag it to the edge of my lips and then into my open mouth. I
had thought my mouth was already full, but he kept dragging more and more of
the cum and depositing it into my mouth until I was sure that no more would
fit. After he had gotten most of the cum into my mouth he demanded, "Now
close your mouth." He then pressed the palm of his hand over my mouth.
"Now swallow it you little slut."
Up until this point I had fantasized what cum would taste like. I had even
experimented with my own cum when I had jacked off, but even then it was
only dipping a finger into a glob that landed on my stomach and just tasting
it. Also, my cum was nothing like what this guy had shot out of his cock.
Maybe it was because I beat off at least once a day but I never had a load
that even came close to the amount of cum that came out of his cock. His
was also much thicker, with a consistency of slimy yogurt. It was also
starting to make the insides of my mouth tingle, as if the cum had some
acidity to it. I could imagine that if left alone it would actually start
to burn in my mouth. But I didn't have to worry about it being in my mouth
for long because here he was with his hand over my mouth and demanding me to
swallow his nasty cum. It was the thought of how nasty it was that changed
my attitude about swallowing the load. It was because it was so nasty that
I started to want to get a load inside me. If he wanted me to eat his load,
I would do and I would swallow every drop.
I opened my throat and let the first load enter. It felt warm and had a
somewhat bitter taste. As it went down my throat the thought of how nasty
this was kept entering my mind and actually began to get me more excited and
wanting more of this white shit down my throat. I gulped down another load,
and then another and then began running my tongue around the inside of my
mouth to make sure that I was getting all of his nasty cum. I kept
swallowing and swallowing until I was swallowing mostly my own spit, but I
could still taste the distinct flavor of his load in my mouth, which by this
time had a sticky feel to its insides. Upon seeing me swallow he let his
hand off my mouth at which point I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over my
lips to get any remaining cum. He had done a good job scooping it with his
finger, but there were still some tiny bits here and there that I pulled
into my mouth and swallowed. I looked at his cock again for the first time
since he had cum and there was a long stringy gob of cum still hanging off
the end. Before I even knew what I was doing I had reached up with my head
and licked the gob right off his cock and swallowed it. He seemed to like
this as he brought his cock closer to me and allowed me to lick the sides
and the head and get his cock clean of any remaining cum.
When I had finished licking his cock I relaxed my head onto the bed and
waited for this big fat black man to get off my chest. Because my legs were
also still pinned behind me, I was starting to get a cramp from being in
this position for such a long time. I was thinking about needing to
straighten out my body when all of a sudden there was a stab of pain that
came shooting into my ass. I screamed, "Ah fuck! What are you doing?"
"Welcome back to the party," Jake replied looking behind him. He then began
to crawl off me and when he did I was presented with the view of Martin who
now had returned and was leaning over the bed with the head of his cock now
buried in my ass.
"Hey little buddy, did you forget about me?" asked Martin. He was already
completely naked and must have slipped into the room when I was cleaning his
roommate's cock with my mouth and tongue. "Did Jake here get in that little
ass of your boy? I think he did because your ass is one loose mother fucker
now."
"Oh yeah, he took it good and hard. He didn't even fight me. You must have
trained him good, " replied Jake. "He even swallow my nut when I finish.
He be a good little white boy slut. You could sell this piece of ass real
easy." Jake then pulled on his boxers and started to leave the room. "You
could get some good money for him you know. " He then left the room and
closed the door.
With the door closed Martin grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the
bed, where he was still standing. He had allowed my legs to come back from
my chest, which was a big relief. He now had my legs resting on his upper
body as he stood at the side of the bed. He never pulled out of my ass the
entire time he was moving me and I hardly noticed his cock in my ass until
he had pulled me to the very edge at which point he quickly slammed it to
the hilt.
"Ugh!" I moaned, as I once again felt a huge cock plow into my now very sore
asshole.
"I ain't finished with you boy. You ain't going nowhere just yet." He then
began to fuck my ass as hard as he had fucked me before, pulling out and
then slamming deep into my ass with each thrust.
All I could do was grip the edge of the mattress and hang on. I could not
help but moan and whimper again as my ass was again feeling like it was on
fire and with each thrust it felt like my insides were being torn apart.
Looking up at my user I could see that he once again had the mean snarl on
his face as he enjoyed the thought of the damage he was doing to my ass.
"You all mine aren't you boy?" he asked. "You do as I tell you, won't you?
Looking up at him I could tell that he was serious. "Yes. I'll do whatever
you want, " I replied as he continued to slam his cock into my ass.
"I got myself a little business and I think you would fit in real good.
Most of my bitches are women, but I got me one other boy like yourself that
I pimp out. I could sure use another one like yourself. A little white boy
like you could make me some good money."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted me to sell my body
for him. Earlier in the day I had just wanted to get out of the house
because I was bored and now here I was only a couple hours later on my back
with my legs in the air with a 9" black cock up my ass and the guy asking me
if I wanted to become a prostitute. I didn't know what to think. He had
not stopped slamming into my ass and I was once again getting used to the
pain and pressure of his cock. "I don't know," was all I could say.
"Well maybe you think about it a little longer. Maybe later you think about
what it be like with this here dick in your boy pussy and you start to think
about how you want it again. When you laying there in bed tonight you think
about what you did today and figure out if you like what I did." He
continued to fuck me without a pause. "I think you like it because you stay
here and take it. I gave you a choice earlier when you could have just
sucked me off and got the fuck out of here. But you stay and do what you
told. That make you special because you like to get used by this black man,
don't you boy?" He now pulled his cock all the way out of my ass. "I ask
you a question boy. You like this cock, don't you?" He then slammed his
cock in all the way with one push.
"Yes!" I screamed as he cock plowed into my ass. "Yes, yes, yes, I fucking
love your cock in my ass!" I continued to yell. "I'll do whatever the fuck
you want, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please just fuck the shit out of
me!" And I meant every word I said. I wasn't the same person that walked
into that bathroom an hour ago. I was a dirty little white slut who was
craving to be fucked by big black cock. I didn't care what they looked
like, how old they were, how rich or how poor. I didn't care about any of
that. All I cared about was letting them use my body in any way they
wanted. I wanted to get cock down my throat and up my ass. I wanted to
suck cum all day and night and get loads of white cum pumped up my ass. I
wanted to be used by these men at every chance I got.
Marvin began to smile down at me. He knew that he had accomplished his task
of turning me into his little whore. "I thought you might say that. Now
when I be done with you I'll give you a number and you be calling that
number every day at 4:00 in the afternoon. If I gots me some work for you
I'll let you know and then you get your ass over here. You got that?"
"Yeah, I promise to call you." I replied.
"Good, then we gots ourselves a deal. Now you just hold on and let your
daddy pop a nut in that sweet ass of yours." He then began a rhythmic fuck
and closed his eyes as his roommate had done. It was only about a minute
before he began to breath heavier. "Oh fuck yeah. Me is gonna pop this nut
in your ass boy. Here it comes boy!" He then pulled his cock out of my ass
and furiously pumped it. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," he yelled. He then opened his
eyes and looked straight down at my ass. "Here it is baby!"
I felt his cum hit my asshole and then the cheeks of my ass. From my
viewpoint I couldn't really see very much because my legs were blocking the
view, but I definitely felt the hot liquid land on my already tender ass.
Knowing that I was probably a gaping hole I had no doubt that some of his
cum was still shooting in my ass even though he had already pulled out.
That newly found part of me wanted every drop and I pushed outward with the
muscles of my ass as if I were taking a shit, knowing that it would open my
ass even more to take more of his cum inside me.
"Yeah baby, open that hole. You are one nasty fucker," he stated. His
orgasm was now subsiding and I felt him start to slap my ass with his cock
and then start to drag it over my ass. It then occurred to me that just
like his roommate he was scooping his cum into my body, but instead of my
mouth he was scooping it into my now open asshole. I tried to help by once
again pulling my legs back a little so that my ass was more pointed toward
the ceiling so that more of the cum would fall into my hole. After a few
moments he pointed his still hard cock at the edge of my hole and began to
push it in again. "If you want this cum baby, let me get it in nice and
deep for you." For the last time that day I felt his cock slide into my
ass, but this time it was coated with his own cum and I could actually hear
a slurping sound as my ass sucked his cum coated cock into my body. He
pumped me a couple of times with it, and with each thrust I could hear his
cum gurgle in my ass. It was so fucking nasty but it turned me on so much.
He finally pulled out and let my legs down.
"Now get over here and clean me up. You do this every time when someone pop
his nut in you, understand?" he asked. "Lick it nice and clean so I don't
get none of my juice on my shorts. You do this for your tricks and maybe
they leave you a good tip," he laughed.
I rolled over on my side and climbed onto my hands and knees and crawled
towards the edge of the bed where he was standing and still holding his
slimy, cum coated cock. Without hesitation I grabbed it around the base and
he let go. I opened my mouth wide and with one movement I pushed my entire
mouth over his cock and all the way down my throat to the base. I was
amazed that I did not choke and had remembered how to control my throat. I
then pulled back and kept my lips tight around his shaft so that none of his
cum would come out of my mouth. I stopped at his head and felt around for
any cum that I was able to harvest from his cock. There wasn't nearly as
much as his roommate, but there was still a couple of thick chunks I could
feel with my tongue and there was that distinct taste once again at the back
of my throat. I swallowed what I could find and then proceeded to deep
throat him again several more times to make sure that I had swallowed every
drop that I could find.
Having had enough he pulled his cock out of my mouth, which tried to hang
onto it for as long as it could. I didn't want it to leave my mouth, but he
had obviously had enough. "Get your clothes on," he demanded and proceeded
to pull on his pants. I started to get off the bed and for the first time I
realized how sore my body was. Having been in several positions where my
body was squashed, my muscles were tense and sore. I knew I would need to
stretch after I had gotten out of there. I got up and found my shorts.
Even though my jock strap was wet with sweat and cum where it met underneath
my balls and my ass was still slick with cum, I pulled my shorts on over my
ass. I knew that some of the liquids would soak all the way through and
probably be noticed, but I didn't care. I found my shirt and sat back down
on the bed to put it on. I immediately felt the hot flash of pain on my
cheeks and the memory of the beating they took briefly entered my mind. My
asshole also felt sore and I was hesitant to squeeze any of the muscles down
there. Knowing that if I didn't close my ass that some of the cum would
probably leak out, I squeezed my muscles anyway and felt them close my hole
painfully. My hole had been stretched almost to the breaking point and now
going back to it's regular form was not going to be as easy as expected.
For several days I would feel the distinct soreness every time I used my ass
muscles, whether going to the bathroom, or just laying in bed at night
remembering what had happened on this day.
Martin had left the room and I hesitantly walked out of the room into the
hallway and then down to the living room. Jake was once again back on the
couch watching the TV, which now had the volume turned up quite loud.
Seeing that we were done he reached for the remove on the coffee table and
turned it down.
"How's that ass boy?" he laughed. "You get more than you bargain for little
boy?" He then went back to watching the TV and ignored me as if I wasn't
even there.
Martin then entered the room. He had apparently been in the kitchen which
was off to one side in an adjoining room. He reached out with his hand and
held a piece of paper, which appeared to have been ripped off a phone book.
"Here's that number. Now you get on home and don't forget you call here
every day at 4:00. Actually, you don't need to call for about a week. That
will give you some time to think about what we did here. In case you change
your mind, you just throw the number away. You understand?
I reached out and took the piece of paper and put it in my shorts. "I'll
call, I promise," I lied, not sure whether I was going to call or not. I
was still feeling awkward and just wanted to get out of there. The reality
of what just happened had not set in just yet. It was like waking from some
sort of dream.
"You get on home now and make sure you keep this between you and me," he
said as he came closer and grabbed the back of my neck firmly. "If I find
out you tell anyone, then me and you are going to have some trouble and you
don't want no trouble between me and you. Understand?"
"Yes. I won't tell, I promise," I responded and I meant it. There was no
way I was going to talk about this to anyone. I didn't even have another
gay friend to share this with, so who would I tell?
"You just make sure you don't," he replied and led me over to the door and
opened it. He released my neck. "Now you go about two blocks east of here
and you can get a taxi. You got money on you, right?"
"Yeah, I got about $40. It should only be about $10 to get home, " I
replied sheepishly.
"Give me $20. From now on, you needs to give me the money. We can start
out and get a little practice in today, so hand it over," he demanded while
holding out his hand.
I pulled out my two twenties and handed him one of them.
"Good, you learn quick. Now get on outta here and you call me next week."
I walked out the door into the stairwell and before I could even turn around
I heard the door close behind me. I stood there for a moment and thought
about what had just happened. For the past hour I had been practically
raped and in the end I had given him half my money. What the fuck was I
doing? I started to climb the stairs and again the soreness of my legs and
ass became apparent. I gingerly proceeded to the top and started to head
east as he had told me and soon was at a busy intersection and hailed a
taxi. On the ride home I continued to think about what had happened. It
was by far the most pivotal moment of my life. I could either go home and
try to forget that for a moment that I had become someone else. Someone
that I would not even recognize. Someone who would give his body up to a
complete stranger and let that stranger do anything with him. Someone who
would suck cock, get fucked, and let someone cum in their mouth and ass. I
remembered that feeling of giving in completely and I knew that feeling was
real. The Zone was real and I knew that my craving to be there again would
surface it's nasty little head again. I could forget this all happened.
Shit, I could even call the cops and claim they raped me. But I knew I
wouldn't do that.
The taxi arrived at my house and thankfully my parents were no where to be
found. I went up to my room and into my private bathroom and looked in the
mirror. I didn't even recognize the person I was looking at. I'm surprised
I was even able to get a taxi. My face was still red where I had been
slapped. My hair was no longer combed perfectly, but was a mess with part
of it sticking straight up. I even noticed that part of it was sticky, and
quickly realized that one of Jake's shots at my face must has missed
completely and landed in my hair. I slowly took off my clothes and turned
to look at my backside in the mirror. My ass cheeks were still quite red,
and I knew that there would be welts that would remain for several days.
Thank god I could hide those from my parents. I could make up some excuse
about my face to my parents and say that I had gotten into a little friendly
fight with a friend. My jockstrap was dirty, but I doubted my mother would
notice as it got quite dirty from sweat when I played football. All in all,
no one had to know what happened today except Martin, Jake, and myself and I
planned on keeping it that way.
I hopped in the shower and gently started to rinse off my body paying
particular attention to my asshole. When I started to rub my anus with my
fingers I got a sudden urge to go to the bathroom and I rushed out of the
shower and quickly sat down on the stool. Thinking I had to just take an a
dump I waited and was surprised that I didn't have to take a shit, but
instead had a small case of diarrhea and gas. I could feel the liquid come
out of my ass followed for several farts that due to the punishment of my
ass hardly made a sound. When I reached back to wipe my ass I was surprised
to find that there was no shit on the toilette paper. I then stood up and
looked in the toilette and saw clumps of white cum floating in the water.
So that is what happens what you let someone cum up your ass I thought. I
reached a finger down to my hole and felt around a bit. It was still
somewhat slimy and quickly covered the tip of my finger. I brought the
finger to my nose and quickly recognized the smell as Martin's cum. With it
came the memory of what he did with his cum when he came. Without giving it
any thought I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked it clean. It was
cum all right.
I finished my shower and got dressed and got in bed to watch TV. I didn't
turn it on though and began once again to run the replay of what happed that
afternoon over in my mind. Suddenly a thought occurred to me and I rushed
out of bed and into the bathroom and reached into the clothes hamper to
retrieve my shorts. I stuck my hand in the pockets and found what I was
looking for. The piece of paper with Martin's number on it. I went back to
my bedroom and put the piece of paper on the desk next to my bed and got
back into bed. I continued to look at the piece of paper on my desk and
think. I had a decision to make over the next week and I didn't know what
the answer was going to be. I kept thinking about what I was going to do
and began to drift off to sleep. I was soon sleeping and dreaming of
becoming Martin's boy. Would the dream come true? We'll see.......
If you liked this story please let me know and maybe there will be more
adventures with Adam. Send me e-mail at luvblkmen@hotmail.com. See ya.